Robert Lubrican - For Want of a Memory

The philosophy of the museum was that the legacy of the American Sexual Revolution had resulted in the belief that sexual pleasure and fun are natural aspects of the human experience, that such pleasure should be available to all, and that our individual sexuality belongs to each of us. One curator said, with a small smile on her face, "There is no such thing as kinky, between consulting adults. It really isn’t anybody else’s business … except for the museum, of course." She grinned and went on with the tour.

Back in their hotel room, Kris and Lulu spent the next two hours just exploring each other’s bodies. There was no hurry or frantic drive to seek an orgasm. Their exploration slowly turned into languid lovemaking that also didn’t seek an orgasm as its end result, though both had them eventually. They just spent time loving each other without words.

Next door, Ambrose was spending another sleepover night with his "Aunt Jess and Uncle Mitch." While the newlyweds were communicating physically and without words, their friends were communicating with words, but for once, less physically. Typically, when Jessica and Mitch got together, it was all sex and no talk.

Mitch carried the sleeping boy to his bed and came back to find Jessica lounging on the couch, with a glass of wine.

"Having a kid around isn’t quite what I thought it would be," he said, as she extended him his own glass. "It’s kinda nice."

"Yeah, well, you missed all the years when all it seemed like that goober did was pee and poop constantly," said Jessica.

"So you don’t want to have kids?"

"I didn’t say that at all," she said. "It’s just not as sunshiny as people without kids seem to think it is, that’s all."

"Hmmm," he said. "So you DO want to have kids?"

She lowered her lashes and licked her lips.

"With the right man … maybe."

"And who is the right man?"

She put her glass down and crawled to lie across him, with her arms around his neck. She kissed him on the lips and their tongues teased each other. She leaned back.

"Let’s just say that you’re not completely unacceptable as a potential father," she said.

"Wow," he said, his eyes wide. "You wouldn’t believe how hard that makes me."

"It’s supposed to make you hard." She smiled.

"But I’ve never even thought about being a father," he said. "I mean really. I just always assumed I’d never do that."

"I’m not asking you to impregnate me," she said, still smiling.

"But I WANT to!" he sighed. "That’s CRAZY!"

"It makes me feel good that you want to," said the woman in his arms.

"Is that why you didn’t go on the pill?"

"I have no idea."

"What do you mean?" he asked. "How can you have no idea why you didn’t go on the pill?"

"I thought about it," she said. "I’m still thinking about it. Lulu yells at me every day about it. Any one of the doctors at the hospital would write me the scrip if I asked him to. I just haven’t asked and I have no idea why."

"I don’t know what to do," he sighed.

"You need to decide whether or not you can handle being a daddy," she said.

"That’s not fair," he moaned. "I don’t even know how to be a good boyfriend."

"You’re doing fine so far," she quipped.

"Is that what we are?" he asked, his face serious. "Are we just boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"It’s more than that for me," she said. "I won’t lie about that. You make me think of things I never thought of with any other man."

"Like what?"

"Like not asking any of a dozen doctors to write me a prescription," she said.

"You gave me your virginity," he said softly.

"I practically raped you," she corrected.

"There were no men before me," he said.

"Yes there were," she said firmly. "I just never met one who made me want to do that with him." She sat back up. "If I had, I would have thought about getting that prescription then. But I didn’t."

"I wish I knew what that meant," he sighed.

"It means I love you."

"I know that," he said. "And I love you in a way that’s different than it ever has been before. But this is serious, Jess. I mean this is REALLY serious."

"I know that," she said. "I’m very glad to hear that you know it too."

"What now?" he asked.

"Ambrose is asleep. Kris and Lulu are probably going at it like minks. I’m very horny."

"THAT’s what’s so different," he said. "You’re so up front about everything. You don’t play games."

"I can think of a game or two I’d like to play right now," she said.

Ten minutes later Jessica thrust her pussy up onto Mitch’s hard prick and gasped her way through an orgasm.

"You can do that to me any time you want," she panted, going limp.

"Can I cum in you?" he moaned.

"It’s about time you finally asked," she breathed.

"Can I?" he groaned.

She wrapped her long dark legs around him. "Yes."

Life returned to a new kind of normal when they got back to what Mitch called the "real world."

It got very real for Mitch. He and Jessica got married and had five children, though not necessarily in that order. Three girls and two boys, over the years, graced progressively larger homes. That Mitch took the Chief of Police job, when Dabney retired, was more from financial necessity than because he wanted to be in charge.

Meanwhile, Ambrose started kindergarten. Lulu kept her job, though with Kris' income she really didn’t have to. She kept her web development business, too, but it became more of a hobby than a job.

Kris wrote books. He finished "The Case of the Broken Kangaroo Pounder," which hit the bestseller list within a week of its release. He worked on "Hit and Run," which was a highly stylized version of what had happened to him and Lulu, but was never happy with it and it was never published. Of course, it was discussed many times, with many people, including the governor of New York and his wife, during a dinner party at the governor’s mansion.

But it was a good story, and lots of people recognized that. And, since he had never established copyright to that story, there wasn’t much he could do when an unauthorized version was written AND published.

That book was titled "For Want of a Memory."

What’s that? You’re asking about whether they had children or not?

Come now. Didn’t I tell you earlier that Kristoff Farmingham … and now his wife … treasure their privacy?